Your work rises
before you
A beacon shining
through dense fog
Sirens whisper
Light Symphony.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Instep
We both know
You like checked shirts
I collect bells and pencils
Stepping uphill or
Sitting quite still
We
travel well
together.
Stacks
Of book strewn
floors I say
step soft wherever
words may slumber.
Leaders
If you deny freedom
for one who thinks unlike you
by erasing all reference to before
through cancellation of any future
by obscuring the sky from view
allowing only perpetual cold
separation from light
prohibiting realization of human potential
what right have you to believe
yourself honourable
a leader
one deserving of respect
a worthy messenger of the Divine?
Street
I crouch beside you
before dropping coins
into your empty cup
I question
you answer
only our eyes
speak a common language.
Sway
Step slide
lead then follow
rhythm in time
ghost shadow.
Peace
soft shadow possibility
forever lurking inside
hardened walls of ages.
Faces
Oh simple face
you betray me
over and under again.
I tutored
you in honesty
you express foul chagrin.
Are you
fit for rearrangement
to become yourself again?
Reckoning
If I didn’t stay up late
wall gazing
music swaying
wondering thinking levitating
I’d miss all
lightning storms
reckoning
after midnight.
Sage
People
who interest me
most occupy spaces
often obscure,
much lesser known
than clouds or butterflies.
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